Finished another storm picture this morning.
Daily Whip Out: "Crossfire Storm Rider."
I love weather systems, especially on the desert. I'm also mulling over my hometown and what it did to me. Ha.
"The people we admire in American life tend to be those who don't forget where they came from."
BBB's Obit Bits: One Sentence at A Time
"When I was a teenager, I couldn't wait to get out of Kingman, but even though I escaped, I never quite managed to get the Kingman out of me."
There is a certain band I admire that has some of the coolest song lyrics, ever. Just off the top of my head, here are a couple of my faves:
"Bet your mama don't know you scratch like that."
"She blew my nose and then she blew my mind."
"We shout out who killed the Kennedys, when after all, it was you and me."
"You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometime, you just might find, you get what you need."
And, yes, it was the lead singer of that band, who wrote the lyric that led to the title of the above Daily Whip Out:
"I was born in a crossfire hurricane, and I howled at the mornin' drivin' rain. . ."
—The Rolling Stones, "Jumpin' Jack Flash
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